Running.

That's what I've been doing for the past 13 years and I'm doing it right now. I jump into a cave while the guards whizz past on their elegant war horses. I've always dreamed on riding on one of those. But, who cares, right? It's just a horse.

Well, the guards won't find me for a while now. They're too big and bulky to fit through here, while I'm small and slender. I can fit anywhere I want. I'm like that special keyhole that fits through every door.

So, perhaps while we're here, maybe I should tell you about myself. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself.

My name is Lexynith, but you can call me Lexy.

I guess I'm what they call orphaned. I don't know who I am, what background I'm from, or who my parents even are. Heh, I guess all orphans are like that.

Before I was a super criminal, I used to take a morning walk every day before breakfast. People, especially boys, used to stare at me. Once, I asked a girl why, and she said that I was really pretty and asked if she could touch my black curls. I slapped her hand away before she could touch me.

I was always insecure around people and I never knew why. They seemed like villains to me, though no one had ever told me this. That's just the way I felt.

I never really looked at myself in the mirror. I guess I was what the girl said; pretty. Really pretty.

You're probably wondering why such a "really pretty" girl would be running from palace guards. Queen's after me? She has better things to do than that. Princess is jealous? Doubtful. You see, I really don't know why anyone is after me. I mean I didn't do anything wrong. All I ever did was be attractive. Was that really bad?

And that sparked my hatred for beauty.

Beauty was a thing that so many women worried about. I mean, who cares how you look? Didn't they ever hear of "being natural"? I guess not. People have called me "Tomboy's Beauty" behind my back and to my face told me that I have the Curse of Aphrodite.

…And that sparked my hatred for the goddess of Love.

My very first memory was a beautiful woman standing over me, cradling me as if I were a valuable diamond. You'll soon see why I say "as if". Then, I heard shouts and horses. The woman didn't react, except for caress my soft face.

The horses thumped to a stop and a man called out. The woman stood up and turned around and all the men fell to their knees. The woman nodded triumphantly and turned her attention back to me, but I was gone.

Someone had kidnapped me.

So, I was kidnapped from my mother as a child. Whoop-dee-doo! What's next? I was taken to an orphanage, but I hated it there. I wanted to know who my mother was and why all the men fell to their knees as soon as they saw her face. Was she a noblewoman? A criminal? A legend? I might never know, but if there is one thing I know about my mother, it's that she was an irresponsible brat, who cared about nothing but her beauty. Which is another reason why I don't take care of myself to look beautiful. I might be like my mother.

Maybe my mother is the reason why I think of the world as villains. Maybe it's why I'm bitter and snappy to people, but when I'm alone, I'm the happiest girl in the world.

Every day, I pray to the gods that my mother should die a horrible death, just as I died a horrible death inside. My favorite goddess is Athena. Such a strong woman with fierce personality should do the trick. Or Ares. I like them both. It's kind of ironic how Aphrodite, the goddess who peters about every single molecule on her body, is in love with the most fiercest god (besides Zeus), Ares. Athena should couple up with Ares for sure. They'd make one beauty bustin' team.

I hate Aphrodite for making my mother exceptionally beautiful enough to care about herself and men more than her only child, me. Aphrodite always starts the bad things. For example, the Trojan War and getting married to Hephaestus and causing war on the gods. I wish I could strangle her to death because she caused so many deaths, but I doubt that would be allowed on her behalf. Everybody favors Aphrodite.

Anyways, I was running from guards. The reason? I was simply walking in the streets with my cloak over my head (I do this regularly after the girl incident) when suddenly a man pulled off my hood and I instinctively ran. Don't ask me what I did, I just didn't want anyone to see my face. Rumor ran through the streets that Tomboy's Beauty was a thief. Palace guards soon followed.

So, you know the whole story up to this point. At least, from my point of view. I live in Pella, Greece, Royal City in the land. What am I doing here? I am going to kill my mother, the Queen.

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